Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 795: Three Blades, Combined

The mammoth herdleader's eyes narrowed. As he glanced at the frightening power coalescing in the heavens above him, he found himself trembling involuntarily. All he could do was forcibly calm himself, trumpeting his rage and anger, then sheath his fifteen-meter-long blades. He pounded the ground with his legs, causing the entire world to tremble.

In order to block Li Feng's wide-range attack, the mammoth herdleader invoked the authority of the king to teleport a whole mountain range over.

As Li Feng waved a hand, the light-attuned genetic energy morphed into a roaring river that poured down on the mammoth herdleader like a flood.

Countless thundering dragons, like sharp knives that could rend earth and sky, hurtled toward the mammoth.

The mountain range that the mammoth herdleader used as a defensive barrier exploded. The flood of dragons struck the mountain range like a nuclear warhead exploding. Huge boulders were sent flying into the sky. Blocks of ice cracked, producing rainbow glimmers in the air when struck by incident light.

Li Feng's technique surpassed rationality.

The mammoth herdleader stomped his legs once more, annihilating the boulders that seemed liable to crush him with frost so cold it shattered the boulders and turned them into naught but dust.

As he trumpeted, his three blades combined into one. Sword energy flared, and the blades formed a humongous shadow that dwarfed everything in sight. So sharp was the sword energy emanating from his blade that a boulder flying toward him was cut in half upon entering a boundary of a few dozen meters from the mammoth.

"Let's end the battle with this blow! [Light's Bulwark: Thousand Dragons Soaring]!" Li Feng shouted. Dragons of light materialized and circled his arms. As he punched upward into the sky, all his genetic energy condensed in his fists, launching dozens of dragons into the sky.

The dragons' cries sounded like peals of thunder as they swooped through the air, thousands of them in all.

Li Feng's technique mirrored Zhang Lie's [Fists of the silent Sea: Hundred Dragons Soaring], but it was considerably faster.

Thousands of dragons suddenly appeared in the air, shrieking in cacophony. On Li Feng's command, however, they all descended from the skies in a meteor shower.

The mammoth waved his blade and vanquished a few dozen, but the dragons came in such numbers that the mammoth simply couldn't deal with them all.

Even so, despite the steep numerical disadvantage, the mammoth seemed at ease. He began to spin and rotate like a whirling dervish, forming a hurricane of frost and blade around himself.

The combination was astounding. Snow from the ground was sent flying back up into the sky in what seemed like a localized blizzard.

Li Feng drew his sword once more. Light-attuned genetic energy gathered on his blade. As the blade shone radiantly, Li Feng closed his eyes and recalled a memory of Zhang Lie fighting. He opened his eyes once more, eyes glowing, as a technique manifested from him.

"[Birth of the Holy Dragon]!" Li Feng cut forward. The overflowing sword energy materialized in the form of a light dragon that tore apart the mammoth's technique. It struck the mammoth's three-blade combination and dissipated into thin air even as it forced the mammoth stumbling back.

Li Feng glanced at the sword in his hand, downcast. "As expected, I can't just make up techniques in the heat of battle!"

The mammoth herdleader glared in disbelief. Li Feng's expression and undeveloped technique—was that something he had come up with on the spot?

Was Li Feng testing new techniques on him during this battle of life and death?! The mammoth herdleader was fighting for his life, but Li Feng thought so little of him that he was simply treating this battle like mundane practice!

The mammoth herdleader's rage flared. The ground resonated. Ice cracked. The mammoth flew into the air like a rocket.

Li Feng calmed down, concentrated, and gathered his genetic energy again.

"Perhaps like this?" The sword technique that Zhang Lie had once used replayed in Li Feng's mind, once and again. Li Feng ignored the mammoth charging toward him.

The mammoth herdleader invoked the authority of the king of the realm as he teleported himself on top of Li Feng's head, his three blades whirling. "Die!"

"Yes, just like this!" Li Feng's eyes opened wide as energy flared from his sword. "[Birth of the Holy Dragon: Realm of Heaven]!"

Li Feng raised his sword high into the air. Light-attuned genetic energy gathered around it, invoking the stars and even the will of the world itself.

The mammoth herdleader was visibly perturbed. "Impossible! How can anyone but me commune with the will of this frozen world?!"

A holy chant seemed to fill the air. The light-attuned genetic energy that gathered around Li Feng manifested as angel's wings surrounding him.

The golden mammoth, down on the ground, clambered out of a deep snowdrift, panting heavily. He felt as though he had almost died of suffocation.

Both Li Feng and the mammoth herdleader had deliberately taken the battle away from where the golden mammoth lay, or he would have long since perished from the aftermath of their attacks.

If a peak-grade lifeform were to wander into the fighting, it would have been killed near-immediately—and the rest of the attacks would annihilate even its bones. The golden mammoth was far stronger than an ordinary peak-grade lifeform, but he was heavily wounded.

As the golden mammoth glanced up at Li Feng, still amassing more and more light-attuned genetic energy with every passing second, he sighed. "To think you still had such an attack—I've truly lost!"

Although the mammoth herdleader was right beside Li Feng, he found that his fifteen-meter-long blades were unable to strike him, as though they were dimensions—no, worlds, apart. This had to be spatial manipulation!

The mammoth herdleader understood what was going on within moments. Li Feng had made use of spatial manipulation to field a barrier between him and the mammoth, stretching out the meters of space that lay between them into hundreds, thousands of miles.

"Laughable. Do you really think you're the only one who can manipulate space? Don't forget who the king of this frozen realm is!"

The mammoth spun the three blades he held like windmills and simultaneously invoked the authority of kingship to imbue his next attack. The three blades spun with the strength of three thousand worlds, spinning faster and faster, ever faster, and destroying the barrier that Li Feng had put in place between them.